The Zulu warrior at the time of Rorke's Drift was not a professional soldier, but was a formidable foe nonetheless. The Zulus were a citizen army called up in times of war although all Zulu men were required to do military service when they reached the age of 19 until the age of 40 when they were allowed to marry and went on the Zulu reserve list. The Zulu military organization was far from primiative, with an army, or Impi, made up of regiments called amabutho made up of men of similar age from all over the kingdom. Their most well-known leader, King Shaka (also known as Shaka Zulu) led them to battlefield success as a military superpower across South Africa.

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The Zulu warrior is walking through a open feild with tall grass, he hears a rustling, pulling out his axe and chewing his posion he gets ready for a fight. Suddenly and whisteling sound is heard and somthing cut's the Zulu's arm, looking behind him, he put's his axe in his other hand and picks up his assegai, again he is cut by an unkown force. Yelling out in anger that he can't find his oppoent, then he see's somthing. The Ninja in the tree jsut as he shots the dart at him, catching the projectile in his sheild he throws his spear, not hitting the Ninja directly but grazing him. The Ninja jumps down from the tree taking out his kusarigama and ducks into the grass. The Zulu has his axe out and is once again looking for the Ninja. Jumping out behind the Zulu throwing the weight at the Zulu's axe and disarms him of it. Rushing towards the Zulu breaking a black egg. But as he throws it into the Zulu's face thr Zulu spit's into the Ninja's, blinding each other. The Ninja drops the kusarigama, trying to rub the posion out of eye's. The Zulu takes his spear out and charges forward. Recovering in time to see this the Ninja rolls while unsheathing his sword, slashing the Zulu's leg. Swinging around to try and catch the Ninja but the Ninja rolls agains, this time stabing the Zulu in the thigh. Trying and failing again the catch the Ninja, he is stabbed in the side. The Zulu drops down to one knee in pain the Ninja seeing his oppertunity, the Ninja jumps at the Zulu his Sword raised. But the Zulu rises into it, batting the Ninja to the ground, and stabs him in the heart. Standing up the Zulu yells "uSuthu!!!" holding his spear high over his head in victory.

The Ninjas were great assassins, but poorly suited for head to head combat. The Zulus however were trained to kill without mercy, this along with the Zulu's high pain tolerance against the Ninja's mostly hindering weapons gave him the advantage.

Out on the Savannah, a Zulu is resting on a rock, when suddenly, a Kpinga flys by his head. He looks and sees a Zande on top of a nearby hill, yelling. The Zulu responds by throwing a Isijula, which misses the Zande. Both warriors start to charge towards each other. The Zande fires some arrows, but the Zulu stops them with his shield. As they get closer, the Zande tries to stab with his Makrigga, but it get's stuk in the shield and the zulu cuts it in half with his axe. The Zulu tries to stab with his Iklwa, but only scrapes the Zande on the arm. The Zulu then takes a swing with his axe, to which the Zande dodges, causeing the axe to get stuck in an Acacia tree. The Zulu then wacks the Zande on the head with his Iwisa, knocking the Zande out. Thinking he killed the Zande, he shouts "ZuLU! Zul-U! ZULU!". The Zande than gets back up and decapitates the Zulu with his Makraka. The Zande then yells in (real) victory.

A Zulu warrior is walking through the plains of Africa, hunting a zebra. He readies his Isijula to throw at the unsuspecting animal. Suddenly the zebra is startled by something and runs off into the distance. The Zulu rubs his head wondering why the beast ran. He senses something is not right and hits the ground.

A Tlacochtli lands in the grass, right next to his head. He stands and sees an Aztec jaguar standing on top of a rock. He pulls out his Iwisa and throws it but the throwing club bounces off the Aztec’s helmet. The Aztec readies another arrow but the Zulu jumps into the grass and starts to crawl towards his attacker.

The Aztec looks up and sees that the Zulu has gone. He looks around but he cannot see the Zulu through the long grass. Suddenly an Isijula strikes him in the arm, easily penetrating the cotton armour. He looks down and sees the Zulu crouched in the grass.

He pulls out his Tematlatl and loads up a rock. He jumps down from the rock, landing in front of the Zulu. He hurls the stone at point blank range, but still misses. The Zulu pulls out his Iklwa and thrusts forward missing the Aztec by inches. The Aztec throws his sling aside and pulls out his Maquahuitl.

He swings the Maquahuitl at the Zulu, catching him off guard and several gashes on his unprotected chest. The Zulu, having been taught to ignore pain, thrusts his spear forward again, this time stabbing through the cotton armour and leaving a small cut on the Aztec’s abdomen. The Aztec swings his Maquahuitl and the Zulu tries to block with his spear but the force of the swing shatters the Iklwa, rendering it useless.

The Zulu pulls out his last weapon; the Zulu axe and swings it cutting the Maquahuitl in half. The Aztec pulls out his knife and tries to stab the Zulu but the Zulu jumps to the side and swings the axe almost cutting of the Aztec’s hand.

The Aztec swings his knife and cuts the Zulu’s wrist, causing him to drop the axe. He then stabs his knife through the Zulu’s chest and into his heart. With a quick yank the heart comes out and he shows it too the Zulu, before the Zulu collapses dead on the floor.

A Shaolin monk is meditating peacefully in the temple grounds. Suddenly and large club flies past his head. He opens his eyes and sees a zulu standing at the temple gates, his eyes fixed on the significantly smaller monk. The monk jumps to his feet and takes out two wind and fire wheels. He waits for the zulu to make his next move. The zulu throws another Iwisa at the monk, who blocks it with the fire wheels and throws one of them. His aim is slightly off however and it only scrapes the Zulu’s side.

The zulu ignores this mild pain and takes out his Isijula. He throws it at the monk who easily dodges it. He throws his other fire wheel but the zulu blocks it with his Shield. He then charges at the monk, knocking him to the ground. He goes to retrieve his Isijula and the monk takes out his whip chain. The Zulu grabs his spear and tries to stab the monk but he kicks the spear out of his hand.

He then lashes at him with whip chain, leaving a small cut on his cheek. The Zulu takes out his Iklwa and thrusts it forward at the monk, who at the same time lashes his whip chain forward, getting the two weapons tangled together. The two men pull on their respective weapons, trying to not only get his weapon back but to disarm the other of his. The Zulu’s superior strength and size gives him the advantage and he easily gets his weapon back.

The monk picks up his twin hooks, which were laid against the temple wall. He uses the hooks to slash the Zulu’s stomach, who again ignores the pain. He thrust forward with his spear and stabs the monk in the leg, making him cry out in pain. The monk tries to hit the Zulu again but he blocks with the shield and stabs the monk again, this time getting him in the arm.

The monk is bleeding profoundly now and drops his twin hooks. He uses his last weapon the Emei pinchers and slashes the Zulus’ hand, making him drop the spear. He tries a weak stab forward but the Zulu grabs his hand and twists it very hard, breaking his wrist. The monk cries out in pain and the Zulu takes out his final weapon. He swings the axe embedding it in the monk’s head. The monk slumps to the floor and the Zulu lifts his axe in the air and shouts “ZUUUUUUUUUUUUULUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”

An apache approaches a zulu in a clearing. Taking the american for a threat, the zulu yells and charges toward the apache. The native doesn't flinch, and fires an arrow at the zulu, but misses, and the zulu draws one of his two iwisa, and chucks it at the apache, the club hits the apache in the head, stunning him. This gives the zulu time to close in with his iklwa and thrust. However, the apache has recovered and draws a knife. After a few thrusts, the apache manages to cut the head off of the iklwa. The apache throws the knife into the zulu's shoulder, wounding him. The zulu yells, and the two warriors draw their axes. Having two weapons, the apache gains the advantage and disarms the zulu, only for the african to spit all over the apache, forcing him to turn away. The zulu pulls out a spare iwisa and smashes it against the apache's head, knocking him over and forcing him to drop his tomahawks. As the zulu swings again, the apache rolls away and leaps to his feet, drawing a spare knife. The zulu swings with the iwisa, but the apache dodges and gets in close with the knife, slashing the zulu multiple times across the torso. The apache flips backward, and throws the knife into the zulu's chest, who falls to his knees. The native draws his war club, and walks behind the zulu, the latter unable to turn around and see what's happening. Suddenly, with the trademark war cry, the apache smashes the club into the back of the zulu's head, killing him instantly.

The gladiator is moving through a grassy field, when he spots the Zulu warrior approaching. The gladiator razed his pilum in the air and yelled, calling him out. The Zulu threw his Iwisa, which flew through the air and was blocked by the parmula, bouncing harmlessly off the shield. The gladiator threw his pilum, but the javelin doesn’t have enough range to hit the Zulu. The gladiator strapped his shield to his back and charged at the Zulu warrior with his trident and net. The Zulu warrior readied his ishlangu and iklwa as his foe closed in. The gladiator thrusted his trident at the Zulu warrior, who dodged it and thrusted his iklwa into the gladiator’s back, but the shield mounted there prevented any damage. The gladiator spun around, and thrusted with his trident again, only this time hitting the Zulu shield. The Zulu dropped his shield and began to run back, but the gladiator threw his net, tripping the Zulu. The Zulu rolled over and threw another Iwisa, hitting the gladiator’s helmet causing him to stumble back words. The Zulu got back to his feet and continued to run as the gladiator threw his trident, barely missing the Zulu warrior. The Zulu spotted what he was looking for, his spare ishlangu he turned to see the gladiator was not far behind, parmula and gladius in hand. He lifted his new ishlangu and thrusted his spear into the parmula, not penetrating the shield. The gladiator shoved the Zulu back, who retaliated with his spit of poison, but it couldn’t reach the gladiator’s face through is helmet. The Zulu thrusted his iklwa once more, but the gladiator parried the blade with his gladius and slammed his shield into the Zulu’s hand, causing him to drop his spear. The Zulu lifted his axe and slashed overhead; hooking the parmula and kicking the gladiator back, causing him to drop his shield. The Zulu slashed vertically with his axe but the gladiator caught the Zulu warrior’s arm and thrusted his gladius into the Zulu warrior’s side. The Zulu warrior roared in pain as the gladiator kicked him in his wound. The Zulu fell to the ground, and rolled to the side to dodge the gladiator’s thrust. The Zulu managed to get to his feet and he slashed horizontally with his axe, cutting part of the gladiator’s hand, forcing him to drop the gladius. The gladiator drew his pugio and the Zulu attempted to slash the gladiator horizontally again but the gladiator stepped back and thrusted his dagger into the Zulu’s shoulder with his non wounded hand. The Zulu fell to the ground in pain as the gladiator thrusted his dagger into the man’s throat.

There are many reason why the gladiator demolished the Zulu. His weapons were made from stronger matierial, and his long range weapon was able to deal more damage then the Iwisa. His trident and net combo gave him better range for medium range combat, and his parmula shield was made of stronger matierial then the ishlangu. The big factor in this fight was the gladiator's armor. The Zulu had better warrior spirit and was faster, but the gladiator could take more hits, and had the better weapons.

Five Maharlika climbed out of a boat onto the shores of a river running through the African savanna, unnoticed by five Zulu Warriors sitting around a campfire. One of the maharlikas raised his arquebus and fires, hitting a Zulu Warrior in the chest, killing him.

The Zulus grabbed their weapons, alerted by the sound of the gunshot. One of the Zulus grabbed a Brown Bess Musket and took aim at the Maharlika and fired, killing the one that fired the arquebus.

The maharlika charged at the Zulus, weapons in hand, only for one of them to be cut down by an assegai, which impaled him in the chest. The other three Filipinos kept going, the lead maharlika swinging a panabas and slicing the head of a Zulu Warrior clean off.

A second Maharlika thrust his sibat forward, attempting to attack a Zulu with his longer spear, but the Zulu evaded the thrust and attack with his ikwla, running the blade through the maharlika's chest.

Seconds later, however, the Zulu with the ikwla was himself killed, an expertly-wielded dahong paloy slicing across his neck.

One of the two surviving Zulu warriors stood between the two maharlika and the Zulu leader. He attempted to thrust his ikwla at the commanding maharlika. The maharlika leader blocked the Zulu's attack, and struck back with a downward strike with the panabas, literally splitting the Zulu's skull.

Meanwhile, the Zulu commander struck back, hitting the last surviving maharlika apart from the commander with a thrust the chest with his iklwa. The attack, however, left him open to a panabas strike, which he only barely dodged, dropping his ikwla in the process.

The maharlika leader made a second panabas strike, a downward chop which the Zulu only barely dodged. Then the Zulu made his move, moving to the side of the maharlika and making a strike into his neck. The maharlika fell to the ground as the wound bleed profusely. The Zulu leader then raised the blood-stained axe in the air and gave a shout of victory.

The experts believed that Zulus prevailed in spite of their lesser degree of training because of their superior tactics. The intimidation factor of the Zulu, as well as their moderately superior weapons also contributed to the victory.